Voicetesting; probably homeless forever

[yourweapon]

Is my fate not my own?

They have suffered for far too long. There have been too many years of darkness. I'm the only one who can stop her. I plead with you to follow the goodness in your heart. To allow me to carry out my mission.

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[dashingrainbow]

Good luck with that.

[yourweapon]

[If there's sarcasm laced in there, Snow isn't really going to pick up on it.]

Thank you.

[dashingrainbow]

[All good. Dash is chill with that.]

Try threats. that sometimes work.

[yourweapon]

[She's becoming a fighter because she has no other choice. Violence, dark words; they're not in her nature.]

I'd rather not.

[dashingrainbow]

[Shrugs. Dash doesn't know about that.]

Okay. well good luck.

[yourweapon]

[So caught up in her own mental tug-of-war of philosophy was she that she momentarily forgot her manners!]

Pardon me. I... I never asked your name.

[dashingrainbow]

I'm Rainbow Dash! How about you?

[yourweapon]

[What a curious name. Although maybe not more so than her own...]

Snow White.

[dashingrainbow]

[Hey, that's like something very close to a pony name.]

Nice to meet you! So, what kind of place did you come from?

[yourweapon]

And you as well.

[A small, albeit somewhat awkward, smile. She may be a kind, gentle soul, but she hasn't yet lost some of that social awkwardness. (Also, she's talking to a pony. Even being used to fairies and other magical creatures, it's bound to happen.)]

My kingdom is called Tabor.

[dashingrainbow]

Cool. I'm from Equestria. Are you a princess or something? [She did say her Kingdom.]

[yourweapon]

[Her kingdom, indeed. The one she must fight to reclaim. It is her duty. There's a degree of solidarity in her voice.]

King Magnus was my father.

[dashingrainbow]

So you are a princess?

[yourweapon]

I am.

[dashingrainbow]

[gives her a bow then!]

[yourweapon]

[Of course, she's been a princess since birth, but it's still strange, this feeling. The one of being one who leads and inspires men. So she's still not entirely sure of what to say or one-hundred-percent how to conduct herself when this stranger bows before her.

So, for now, she stands quietly, if not just a little awkwardly.]

[dashingrainbow]

Well, Good luck! I should head back.

[huntsmen]

Pleas often go unanswered. [ so here, have an axe he will totally put in the back of anyone who fucks with you. ]

:')

[yourweapon]

[You're so good to her, Huntsman]

Better to try than not at all. [She knows the hand that Ravenna must face, for Ravenna cannot be negotiated with. Perhaps someone else can.]

lmao super voicetesting too /)_(\

[huntsmen]

You would think that. [ you and your innocence and your fire and your not getting drunk and making terrible life decisions. ]

We will do this thing together o/ (for the record, your Huntsman sounds beautiful so far)

[yourweapon]

[Someone has to be the voice of reason here]

If there is a chance she will listen, I must take it.

aww ty! your snow too. c: i'm a stupid sucker for urnrequited macking on corpses.

[huntsmen]

[ if he could hear her thinking that, oh the laugh he would laugh. ]

And? Does she receive you with compassion? [ obviously thinks that's reeeeally likely. ]

ty! :3 and LMAO Huntsman, your life

[yourweapon]

[This is serious :(]

One can hope. [Because she doesn't actually know. But, despite everything, she will believe in the goodness of people. They are not all her.]

snow white and the total dork.

[huntsmen]

[ no, one can drink. he's really too selfish to share his pastime with her though. also, the whole purity thing. tbh he just doesn't want anyone touching his booze. ]

Aye. One. [ he'll be here, preparing for the worst. ]

most epic fairy tale ever told

[yourweapon]

[Well, it doesn't sound like a disagreement. But--]

You will still ride with me? [She just wants a confirmation. After everything they've been through together... she'd rather not face it alone.]

i almost wish i played thor.

[huntsmen]

My axe is yours. [ also other things but shh. men don't have feelings. let's actually cover that hint of sentiment up with some more manliness. ] I will take their hands before they wrest it from mine.

snow white and the god of thunder... i'd love that story too

[yourweapon]

[What are feelings.

And that's when he gets a small smile. One out of relief... something like that. Maybe she isn't as comfortable with the violence, but she understands the sentiment.]

Thank you.

[beautyispower]

Are you so certain you wish to proceed down this path?

[ So much easier to just hand over the heart, don't you think? ]

[yourweapon]

[YOU.

Her heart will never be yours.]

It is the only path.

[beautyispower]

A few days out of her cage and my dear, sweet Snow White thinks herself a fighter. [ Her voice, low to begin with, drops further. Yet it carries easily so none need strain to hear it. ] Come then. Carry out your mission.

[ Come at me, bro. ]

[yourweapon]

[Oh she will bring it, bitch]

Soon, we will ride. And your reign will be no more.

[beautyispower]

"We?" You and that rabble begging at the duke's doors? I suppose I should thank you. You bring me your heart and save me from needing to hunt them down.

[yourweapon]

You won't have my heart.

[Or any of the rest of them. That is her sworn duty, to take it all back, and she will do everything in her power to carry it out.]

[beautyispower]

I will.

[ There is no other way. It's not a threat; it's not a promise. It is what she must have. ]

[yourweapon]

[But that is where you are wrong. That is not what the kingdom needs. They are ready, have been more than ready, to fight back. To end this death and find life again.]

You cannot take what isn't yours. [Or hold onto it. In time, everything has its rightful place.]

[beautyispower]

And why not? I have done it countless times over. Why shouldn't I take like men do?

lol why do i try to html before coffee

[yourweapon]

[This is where the simple morals of someone who is 'innocent' will come into play. Because it's wrong. Because--]

All it spreads is darkness.

[beautyispower]

Such innocence. The world is dark and wretched, child.

[yourweapon]

[You would think. You would think after spending so many years locked in a tower, after so long of knowing only darkness, that she would agree. But she doesn't.

Maybe there is another way. Maybe...]

There is light. I saw it. [Maybe you can too]

[beautyispower]

[ Something tugs at her. Something she cannot name. It makes her long for times gone—times taken from her.

It makes her angrier. ]

There is no light. Hope dies. Everything ages and rots. I am all that remains. I live.

[yourweapon]

[She will stand her ground on this. Defiant. For as innocent as she is, she is also strong. And no amount of anger is going to waver her resolve.]

That is only what you see.